A rant from my friend, a fellow teacher in another district.
While I think most of us love what we do, this hit home for me today. I didn’t even have a bad day, but a bad day a few months ago was fresh enough to open the wound.
She said this after a particularly combative conversation with a parent who’s been uninvolved in her child’s education until today and now wants to set the rules. My friend is a first year teacher at her school, after being laid off at her other school after 4 years. She was freaking out that she was going to lose her job over this one parent complaining about her to admin. I had to talk her down from the ledge, tell her that it would be okay. I genuinely think it will be, but who knows lately?
That’s what it is to be a teacher now. No power, no voice. No opportunity to learn from (understandable) mistakes. Feeling on the chopping block at all times. You have to be highly effective fresh out of the gate. You can run yourself ragged proving you’re worthy. The burnout is real. It is so, so real.
And while this has been the best year of my teaching career and I would only ever willingly leave if I won the lottery and/or made a living as a writer somehow, I’ll be damned if there aren’t those days when I think it would have been a million times easier to have a job that was just a job and not a lifestyle.